Why do You want to know where I live?

Being single and ready to go out whenever and wherever the opportunity arises doesn’t help my situation much. Enjoying smiling and flirting doesn’t help either. I daresay, at the risk of coming across pompous and conceited, having above average looks with charm and charisma really doesn’t help at all…

I constantly find myself involved in awkward situations where the normal rules of social behaviour don’t apply. This in turn makes me think back to a more glorious time, a time before I was born; a time when men were charming, and believed in courting. They had that thing, that x-factor, can’t quite be described or put into words – but you read about it in books. I think that thing could be likened to respect. When they saw a woman, they looked past her beautiful exterior and delved deeper, and were curious to find out what her mind had to offer. They were poets; they lived and wrote about feeling… (In a total not gay way)

What we have now, is a proliferation of men that nobly seek adventure, they seek to journey the depths of your… wait for it… this is where it gets good… they want to journey the depths of your… underpants! With obstacles such as “daddy issues” and ”insecurities” being but harmless opponents on their quest for greater satisfaction. (Pardon the intentional pun)

This brings me to the topic/title of this piece… Why the hell do you want to know where I live? What difference does it make in your life? And the answer is NO, it is not small talk. What happened to “How’s the weather?” or “Do you come here often?” or even the abused line of “I’m sure I’ve seen you around” and “you look familiar”.

Two cardinal rules which I will not break ever, under NO circumstance is:

1. Don’t infringe on the space bubble (has nothing to do with the topic, but as a rule I believe that it should be respected).
2. Never reveal personal information under the rouse of small talk.

Would just like to give a word of advice to all the guys out there – don’t be “that guy” – you know “‘that guy’ who asks where I live”
It's really just awkward. Avoid getting her into that situation where she’s wondering: ‘I wonder what kind of home he came from? Maybe his parents didn’t love and care for him. Maybe where he came from those kinds of questions are okay… that’s just weird.’
She will then try and think of an appropriate response, this meaning that she is going to try her best to not come across as a mean horrible person, but she is still in disbelief at the question you asked. She will use her friend as a decoy – “I’m sorry, we were just having a conversation, and do you mind?” (At this point you should leave, that ‘do you mind’ is rhetorical). The other option she may use, if she’s a little more direct is “I don’t like giving out personal information” (at this point, avoid every instinct in your body or urge to ask “don’t you trust me?” – because she doesn’t, and i do not think you want her to say that out loud)